#fmdidolizedoncam

[fmdminju-blog]

     “Hello everyone! It’s me, Minju, and I’m here at the rehearsal for our big upcoming concert in Jeju-do.” Minju spoke directly to a handheld camera set up on a tri-pod.  “I hope that you all are as excited as I am. The day has been really busy, but the food they gave us was so delicious that I ate quickly enough that I have all of this time left in my lunch break. I though, what a great opportunity to show you all around. Let’s go!” Minju picked up the camera and continued speaking to it, splitting her attention between the lens and the view finder. 

     “ We’ve been receiving a lot of love for the nature of the concert being a joint effort between the three companies which I think is very exciting because we’ll be able to showcase so much great music.” The background continued to shift as she wandered around the space. “Another excellent side effect is that we idols get to spend some time with our friends in other companies. Now I first got to know this friend of mine when we were trainees together. Bach then we saw each other almost every day. Now that we’re in different companies, so we don’t get to see each other quite as often, but I’m always thrilled when we have the opportunity. Who could it be? dun dun dun!” Minju turned the camera to reveal a second figure nearby. “It’s Bang Nabi!”

@fmdxnabi

[fmdxblue]

LOCATION: Rehearsal venue

DATE: 10 May 2018 ;; 8:30 PM

STATUS: Closed with @fmdjoomi

     DAPPER WITH SUIT AND TIE, seo minwoo stood with erected posture, fingers intertwined within one another, his chest heaving gently with meditation on inhale and exhale. no one awaited as audience, for the running was only rehearsal; however, neurons still triggered anxiety within his nervous system. muscles tense. short breaths. sweat glistening contour. this would be his second time performing alongside the two other males for the special set stage of PARADISE. nonetheless, it felt like the first time, for now he was prepped with the appearance, and he was battered with the makeup to cover all his art as well as the bruise still lingering upon the line of his jaw.

     the soloist ahead was still running through rehearsal allowing more time for blue to fiddle. mumbling his parts to himself, it was then when he glanced from periphery vision a familiar face he has known for far too long. “joomi, you look lovely.” a gentle smile reaching to carve dimples, he greeted the younger female he saw as a sister he had to protect. ever since those days underground, he has kept her by his side like siblings do. “do you not follow my rehearsal?”

[fmdtokki-blog]

setting: jeju, backstage at the concert venue ; may 25th, 2018 --- 3:23pm. with: @fmdshen! 

the second concert in jeju for idolized, and ilwoo’s adrenaline was potently pumping through his veins in vivid crimson. cheeks a dull pink and ample of chewed celery sticks dipped in ranch, he generously helped himself to the free healthy snacks offered. it was all he could muster to seem lively because ilwoo without smiling nor talking to himself? well, that wasn’t the tokki viewers knew, and he was created to appease. 

“shen, do you want some food?” plopping on the couch of their joint waiting room, a quadrant large enough for their numerous members, ilwoo offered a tray of vegetables to his long time friend. arguably his best friend in origin and in general. the age difference, the separate groups may have divided them, but shen and ilwoo remained close. it was known throughout origin story, their tightly woven bond. years passed since they last were on camera together, it was almost reliving the past, but ilwoo hoped it would shed a better light on shen. “you should eat up! we’ll be using all our energy later to put on the best show ever.” again.

[fmddohee]

dancing in heels on a wet stage was the perfect recipe for someone to get hurt, but no one with the power to keep that from happening had seemed to care when the forecasts had all predicted a chance of rain before they show began. dohee understood they didn’t have other shoes to offer them, but for an outdoor concert, common sense would suggest stylists should be prepared for all weather. she was powerless to do anything about it, but as she left the stage, doing her best to conceal the limp caused by her twisted ankle, she only prayed none of the other girls had gotten injured.

dohee was an expert at hiding her feelings, but as she made her way farther backstage into the claustrophobic hallways of the venue where cameras lingered, her stiletto landed the wrong way and she stumbled messily into the body of another person. before she could recompose herself, she winced painfully at the sharp sting that shot through her ankle. “oh, i’m sorry,” she apologized, trying to put weight back on her own feet again. “silly me. i should have been paying more attention to where i was walking.” one attempt at standing on her left foot and her face twisted in even more pronounced pain she hoped the person she’d stumbled into somehow hasn’t noticed.

[fmdtaesung]

LOCATION: Backstage at the Hallyu Triple Fantasy Concert DATE AND TIME: May 24 2018, 4:25pm

The smile he threw at the stylist who was currently fixing his tie was as genuine as possible. The preparations for the second of the concert had gone more smoothly than the day before, but the possibility of rain had the staff telling him to be extra careful as they danced. Taesung who was pretty famous for going a bit too hard to compensate for the lack of skills, would have to remind himself over and over again to not exaggerate and end up breaking a bone. It wouldn’t be the first not the twentieth time Decipher performed under the rain, but better safe than sorry, of course. Once settled, he went around searching for his member, bowing his head to the staff and other idols. He found Duri standing near the stage and quickly made his way towards the younger man, hugging him from behind. “ Happy anniversary! I know I already said that, but ten years! ” Taesung hid his smile on the back of the other’s neck. “ Duri-yah, we are old! ”

@durifmd

[fmdeunha-blog]

LOCATION: Backstage at the Hallyu Triple Fantasy Concert DATE AND TIME: May 24 2018, 4:25pm

there was very little time before the artists had to prepare themselves for the beginning of the concert. it was the first day – enough things had gone wrong already, and the girl was a complete mess as she prepared backstage. outside of the 7rophy dressing room, she could listen to people running around, fixing the last mistakes before the first group had to go and as much as she would’ve taken this time to gather the girls around for a group hug and their leader pep talk, eunha could only focus on the fact that her costume’s blazer was nowhere to be seen. “ i rehearsed with it, ” she told the stylist, for the third time. “ how could it have gone missing if it’s not even the first time that we wear these? ” the singer didn’t want to be rude – she never wanted to be rude, especially not to people who were working, but she’d been pushed to the edge too much already. “ what was the last dressing room you’ve been to? ” CHARM. without second guessing it, the girl was out of the room, already walking down the corridor towards her junior group’s room. the door was open and she completely ignored the cameras once her eyes were set on the blazer in one of the boys’ hands. “ ah, changki-ssi, ” she approached the boy with a relieved smile. “ i believe that’s mine. ”

@fmdchangki

[fmdyunyeong]

date: may 10th, 2018. location: rehearsal space.  /  hallyu triple fantasy concert. status: closed.  /  feat. seo minwoo ( blue. ) triggers: slight nsfw thoughts.

        with coiffed locks now coated in MELTED GOLD & PLATINUM hues, yunyeong had never felt more attractive in his entire life : his now blond hair contrasting with the warmth of his complexion beautifully, & his ensemble crafted by the talented hands of professional stylists to ensure that he would feel confident in his performance. each article of clothing revealed everyone of his physical assets stunningly, & he hoped that this new sense of VANITY wouldn’t cause his head to swell with conceit & overwhelming pride. knowing his nature, though, he knew that he wasn’t ever going transform into a reincarnate of narcissus himself, so he was doing his best not to feel shameful of this sudden bout aplomb. small hands stretched outwards to smooth the fabric of his clothing down, & he inhaled a deep breath to settle the adrenaline that still coursed through his body after a successful completion of their run — through. being that CHARM was fortunate enough to be opening the show for all of the attendants, & now went first in the allotted rehearsal time, the maknae was now able to relax until he had to get changed for his showcase of his & théo’s promoted single, IT WILL BE GOOD. instead of taking up space in the dressing room provided for him, he decided to sit out & watch the remainder of the revues for as long as he could ; making sure to applaud each & every one of them to boost morale. with cameras spiraling all around them, yunyeong wanted to focus on a HAPPY VIRUS persona —— which is one that he was known for —— so gleefully supporting his sunbaes & hoobaes from the sidelines seemed like an effortless way to uphold his image.

        however, his once smiling mouth fell agape the instant that seo minwoo ( or, rather, the love of his life ) entered the room in a pristine suit ; those tresses of milk chocolate & almond styled artfully, the cut of his outfit complimenting his toned physique, & the selected hue a lovely representation of his beloved nickname. the mere sight of his boyfriend caused his thoughts to storm over with those drenched in LUST & CARNALITY, & he shifted in his seated position to ensure that the tightening of his pants or the awkwardness of his position wouldn’t be noticed. sneakily, he blew a kiss over to UNITY’s lead vocalist, then winked afterward ; reaching into his pocket to clutch onto the cell — phone that was hidden within it, he typed out a message that was meant for blue’s eyes only, & hopefully, it would remain that way.

( outgoing imessage 💌 honey love. 💙 ) —— you look so handsome, my blue !! ( outgoing imessage 💌 honey love. 💙 ) —— i feel so lucky to be able to call you mine, & i don’t think i’ll be able to stop staring at you all day long, hehe. ( outgoing imessage 💌 honey love. 💙 ) —— if this is a sneak preview of what you’re going to look like when we get married, then my goodness... i don’t know how i’ll be able to control myself. you make my heart flutter so, so much. 💗 ( outgoing imessage 💌 honey love. 💙 ) —— also, it’s unfair that you’re so sexy !! you make me wanna make love to you 500% of the time. 😫 💞 ( outgoing imessage 💌 honey love. 💙 ) —— maybe we should find a secret place for us here someplace so we can mess around asjdnasnd. 🙈 😘

        with that, he placed his iphone back into its confines, & waited to see if his lover would decided to read it right then & there, or if he’d want until after rehearsal was complete. either way, his gaze was still fixated on the man across the room, & all he wanted to do was attack him with hugs, kisses, & cuddles. it had been quite sometime since they’d been intimate with one another, so yunyeong was CRAVING IT now more than ever.

[ohmydxrlng-blog]

❝ @fmdlyra  / Triple Hallyu Concert ❞ 

                         ❛ Minah wasn't sure if she was even supposed to be here. Everywhere and anywhere she went, she only felt like she was being cornered. Cameras were all up against the idols' faces and she didn't get past that either. Even in hunger or when her bladder tells her she needs a timeout, the cameras followed her every move like hawks eyeing their prey and waiting for an attack. Prey. She paused as she washed her hands, her body telling her that she has needs to fulfill at this moment and her grumbling stomach tells her just what she forgot to do. Eat. 

“Hello~” Minah cheerfully greets people on her way to stuff her stomach with something fulfilling. A silent prayer to her stars watching over her that they don't offer tasteless food or she just might go berserk. Scanning the area, she picks up what she considers appetizing and carefully stuffs herself in front of the camera. In the corner of her eyes, she watches a friend eat. Curious, she approaches her while the cameras weren't trying to zoom into her pores.

“Ya.” Minah pokes Lyra's shoulder. “What are you eating?” Could it be? A cake? How many slices had Lyra had? “Put that cake down. You should be a supportive friend. Come and suffer with me. Let's eat that green thing they call salad.” ❜